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Dec 2015 Hilda

Traveler

First the rocks we were standing on
Became pebbles in our shoes
And with our leap of faith
Came a pile of mindless fools

It's time to redefine
The point in which
We've crossed the line...

In the absence of knowledge
Our ignorance takes the stage
One-sided points of view
Fear camouflaged by rage

I claim no label
No member or team
I gather my thoughts
From in between

As the furtherance of humanity
Spit sputters and pause
On the information highway
Let us further our cause...

Traveler Tim
re to 03-18

Dec 2015 Hilda

1015. Necessarily

Dec 2015 Hilda

Babu kandula

1015. Necessarily

Not necessarily every smily face is happy

We enact to hide our internal struggles

The best thing is our smile

*Which can conceal anything and no one ever knows

Dec 2015 Hilda

The Word of God

Dec 2015 Hilda

Alyssa Underwood

The Word of God

Feasting table under a shading tree
Swaddling robe that warmly cleans
Mirror beautifying while it reflects
Sword that pierces yet never rejects
Light penetrating the blackest hole
Water filling and healing the soul

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"For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of Him to whom we must give account.

"Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has ascended into heaven, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet he did not sin. Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need."

~ Hebrews 4:12-16

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#bible #feast #light #water #sword #healing #jesus

Dec 2015 Hilda

Talking in your Sleep

Dec 2015 Hilda

Mike Hauser

Talking in your Sleep

Hear you talking about me in your sleep
I let out a sigh of sweet relief
Knowing that I'm in your dreams
Means so much to me
As I watch you sleep

I know it's me cause I've heard my name
As I watch a smile brush across your face
Through the whispering shadow of moonlight
I watch you dream at night
All with pure delight

No recollection as to what's gone on
Greeted by a kiss with the mornings dawn
This much of it I know
You'll never dream alone
As long as I come along

Dec 2015 Hilda

Today's Tolerance

Dec 2015 Hilda

Mike Hauser

Today's Tolerance

Why is it the supposedly more tolerant
Are the least tolerant around
Can we no longer speak our own minds
Without someone out there shooting us down

Feel free to speak your opinion
I'm more than willing but never forced to listen
That there my friend is your basic right
A freedom that seems to be missing

Are we not free thinking individuals
Did I miss the memo where that's no longer allowed
Should I just step into the jet stream
And become a part of this mind numbing crowd

I can clearly see that you are not me
Isn't that what it's supposed to be like
It also rings true that I am not you
So can't we just live our lives

It's hard enough standing on your own two feet
That's why at times we might step on some toes
But can't we all just get along
After all we might like the way that it goes

Dec 2015 Hilda

Hippie Sale

Dec 2015 Hilda

Mike Hauser

Hippie Sale

Over a cup of morning java
Scanning my daily mail
I came upon an advertisement sheet
That exclaimed in BOLD rainbow pastel

Grand opening of a store that has everything
On the corner of Daisy and William Tell
The one thing I saw that interested me
Is they were having a back to "60's"  Hippie sale

Of course I stopped what it was I was doing
Hopped in my Lexus and left right away
The excitement had my heart all in a flutter
This I guarantee is going to be a good day

They weren't kidding when they said they sold it all
I'd been wandering the store for quite a while
That's when I came to what it was I had come here for
Before me in trippy little colors, the hippie aisle

So I bought me a couple colorful hippies
With my 25% coupon I was able to save
The Hippies even  came with a bonus
Fresh cut flowers and Jefferson Airplane tapes

When I got home I showed them to their room
Black light posters and colored beads hung from the door
As luck would have it I bought an Indian hemp rug
From Pier One just the day before

They taught me transcendental meditation
While I taught them both how to bathe
Their lessons broadened the mind
My lessons the nostrils saved

I soon had a groovy little hippie pad
In which organic vegetables and enlightenment grew
We'd sit around crossed legged in a  purple haze at night
Playing psychedelic tunes on our Kazoo's
And I was pretty good too! Who Knew!

Yes, a house of happy hippies
Is a happy hippie house indeed
Especially when Wendy Crystal Sky...Yes, that's her name*
Brews her famous dandelion tea

I highly recommend the purchase of hippies
I couldn't be any happier with mine
Sure beats the punk rockers I got on close out last year
*But that my friend is another tale for another time...

Dec 2015 Hilda

Poets In A Boat

Dec 2015 Hilda

Mike Hauser

Poets In A Boat

We are all poets
In the same boat
The reason we write
Just to stay afloat
There's no other reason
Of that I know
For us as poets
To stay afloat

So draw the anchor
Hoist the sail
We'll all rhyme our way
Clear outta here
Sailing the pantoum oceans
With the sonnet seas
Casting our lot
In the poetic breeze

Steering riddling rudders
Across verses in waves
Until the very last day
We're made to walk the plank
As we are all poets
In the same boat
Trying our best
Just to stay afloat

Dec 2015 Hilda

Lucy, you got some spleenin to do!

Dec 2015 Hilda

Mike Hauser

Lucy, you got some spleenin to do!

The spleen can be a peculiar thing
Riding high just above the jeans
When it no longer serves its purpose
And the doctors say that it must leave

Oh how the spleen once stood so proud
With the vertebrates in the local crowd
Now we give it the old collage wave
As the doctors toss it out

Where it goes nobody knows
To spleen heaven? Do they have those?
If all dogs go to heaven
Then with spleens we can only hope

That one day we will reunite
With our missing spleens in paradise
If you ask me that sounds real nice
I just hope they keep it on ice

I have a friend that her mother is being operated on tomorrow...removal of the spleen. Thought it called for a good (that's debatable) poem.
P.S. My friend loved it...not sure about her mother.